A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

who picked the name for

with windows that had a Light green

a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at

all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin

had almost

lived two months

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

Mark seemed like he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

when

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

favorite food,” Mark

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in

he stopped and shook

did. It seemed it was better if he never

I better not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia too

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

medicines from him and

a nurse came in to

was done, Mark looked sideways at

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

asleep nowadays. This time, he had

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

almost given

still alive. He had lived two months

with a glass of water

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

Mark seemed like he had not heard

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

nose twitched when he heard

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

favorite

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket

stopped and shook his

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

call her,” he

have to give Cecilia too

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

Mark

on his phone got weaker and weaker until

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

much like that of

and call him “Uncle

Cecilia in his dream was

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point, Mark woke

the hospital room were white,

gently closed his eyes

felt he needed to have

but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies

foreign nurse

home. He missed his

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

he knew he couldn’t change anything

up as long as

hate him, even if he wouldn’t

determined to stay strong

finding it difficult to go back

to make

plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would

wanted to go there because he

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

back to the

snowstorm on his way, so he

in time. The pumpkin pies are

the paper planes Mark had been making and he

paper planes and

of

actually

was not more than

his mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes and

to go back home and

Angela’s Library

will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

around 4 a.m.

a little upset when he looked at the caller

you,”

broke into

boy,”

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

voice sounded a little

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a

had given birth to a girl that had

phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

half of his life. He didn’t

sniffed and put down the

the duration of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the

“What happened?” he asked.

looked up at

to hear this and he did

said with

the first day of the new year.

began to stroke one of the

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

glance

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